Tree Top Mornings

ile feet, Wash your rosy, posy fingers till they're very clean and neat. Stop to pop into the lightest and the brightest of your frocks, Tie your ramble-bramble hat upon your blowing flowing locks. Get the ticket at the wicket where the bags and trunks are piled, For we're going to the country,?Come along my happy child. TASTES DIFFER. "If you would only be gentle and kind," Said our little kitty one day, "And always speak low, and move rather slow, How pleasantly then we should play! For cat rhymes with mat, And with afternoon chat, And a little love-pat; So don't forget that If you would only be gentle and kind, And smooth my fur just the right way, And call me some pet name, you'd certainly find How pleasantly then we should play." "If you were only a livelier child," Said our puppy, Ravels,?called Rav,? "And would hop, skip and jump Over bush, snag and stump, What a glorious time we should have! For dog rimes with log, And with loud-splashing frog, Or a twenty-mile jog Through a nice muddy bog ; So if you were only a livelier child, And would call out, Here, Ravels; Come Rav! And then dash off and prance through the wilderness wild, What a glorious time we should have!" THE WHITY PINKY PIG. Arthur was a doctor And travelled in a gig, Edgar was a learned judge And wore a gown and wig. Fred was a comedian And danced a funny jig, And Ernest was a farmer, With a w...